I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)

Chapter 1

 I walked home from school. It was a bright summer day, and the sun shown down brilliantly. I looked to my left, my best friend Amelia was still rambling on, and on about school work. School was her first true love, then there was everyone else. She acted as if the world had ended when ever school would end for the summer, and she worshipped the first day school started again. She was never found without a book in front of her either. I found it kinda usefull at times, like when ever I needed help. She always knew the answer to everything. Most times I found it annoying though. She had blonde, almost white hair. Her eyes were a cold beautiful grey.

I had dark almost black, brown hair. My eyes were a bright lively olive green. I had a pale complexion to go with my odd looks. We acted just as different as we looked. The only things we had in common was our love of drawing. I dreaded everyday but saturday and sunday, the only days a week without school. I prefered to sleep in and draw. Somehow our differences worked fine, we were best of friends, and people called her my left side because she was always with me.

"I'm sure you'll ace the test, there's nothing to worry about... The test isn't for another week, there's no need to fret", I informed her. She waved it aside as though I said nothing and kept going on about how worried she was. She was always like this. I sighed then continued to walk home, listening to her worry.

Once we reached my home we sat on the porch and waited. By the time we had arrived she had finally quit talking about her precious school, instead we sat there silently. We both grabbed our sketchpads, which we kept in our backpacks and began to draw. I usually drew objects like book or a ring. It varied on how I was feeling. Drawing felt like the only thing I'm good at. It was something I enjoyed too. She on the other hand prefered to draw people. She could draw anyone. She did an amazing job too. We sat down on the porch under the hot sun around another 30 minutes before her mother came and picked her up. Her mother was a plump lady with hair like her daughters. She had an amazing look of youth though. She could be easily mistaken for her sister.

Her mother worked long and hard hours of and normally didn't get payed enough. Her family didn't have much money. I guess that's why she tries so hard in school. It's her only chance to succeed in life. She is probably scared of ending up like her mom, who had dropped out in her senior year of highschool. She called her family a family, though it was just her mom and her. Her father left before she was born and it has just been the two of them. Her mom said that it was because of all the stress of having a new kid and acted as if it didn't bother her, but we had our own suspicions on what was really going on.

That was 15 years ago so we don't talk about it much. Amelia and I had been friends since the 4th grade and she was the one who helped me get through middle school. Without her, I don't know what I would have done. I was in my second year of high school, and just as I though it wasn't possible for school to get worse it did.

I sighed as I watched her, and her mother drive away from view. Then I walked inside I threw my bag on my dresser. After doing so I put my earbuds in my ears and listened to music as loud as it would go, while I finished my drawing. It was a raven this time.